Awhile back, there were many blogs about spending too much time blogging.  Some people even chose not to blog anymore.  Someone said that they found themselves thinking about their next blog during the day.  To some, this may be a problem and I can understand fully.  But to me, I find myself thinking about what to write next because I like to write.  For years (way before blogging was even a word) I would be thinking about something I wanted to write, at various times of the day and night.  This was not a problem, it was who I was and who I am.  I like to write.  I tried the method of putting a notepad by the bed to capture the thoughts I wanted to put down but then I didn't want to wake my husband up.  I've tried a journal and usually ended up with weeks, months, a year, in between entries.  I have decided that it's o.k. to have big gaps so this doesn't bother me anymore.  I've started several books, articles, stories on my other computer (I blog on my husband's computer).  My biggest, biggest, hugest (is that a word?) problem is FINISHING!  Getting to the end.  Completing a project.  I know people who have published books or articles and I so admire them mainly because they decided to do something and followed it through to the end.  The best I have been able to do is letters to the editor of various magazines.  Ironically, nearly everything I've ever sent in has been printed!  You would think this would be an encouragement for me to get myself in gear and finish a larger project!  I make myself crazy.  My husband is always encouraging me to finish one of the projects I have started and it's sweet of him to do so.  Of course, he would like to retire and live off the sale of my books.  (Like that's going to happen!)  I think one of the things I like about blogging is that I finish each post and then see it on the "page".  It's a completed mini project.  I did just send a small item to Prevention magazine that wasn't editor-related, so that's encouraging, whether they print it or not.  I suspect there is a larger problem here, as I think I have trouble finishing other things in my life than just writing projects.  (The dishes, for example.)  But this is not a therapy session so I won't wander off in that direction.  Maybe it's about setting goals and timeframes.  Or, gasp!, a schedule.  That's soooo not me.  But maybe it's time to grow up in this area.  I do not wish to pass this stumbling block on to my kids.  I see a lot of schedules here on this blog site and I always think, "Hey, that's great" for them.  Then I think, "Umm, no, not me".  Maybe if I start with one thing, one project, and get it done, it will give me what I need to do another.  Oh, yes, and pray.  Tonight we were listening to Bible on Tape and we were reminded that with God, all things are possible.  This is minor stuff to God.  Writing must be important to me or I wouldn't spend so much energy on it.  So I need to just do it.  I'm not sure if this blog made much sense but at least I finished it!